The Ghetto Is Tryna Kill Me

[Verse 1: Murs] Shiiiit, (swag, swag) Rock on, rock on Take that cocaine mix it with the baking soda On the west coast they would say you cooking yola Hold up, wait that's a different swag I'm on some full pound shit You on that nickle bag Dime bag Darryl Rest in peace bro Shout out to Danny D Coolin' on the east coast Hardcore hip hop with some punk in it Criss cross, bee bop put some monk in it [Hook: Murs] Swag, swag, swag [Verse 2: Murs] Rock on ,swag Swag on Thelonious Artists one dimensional will always be the loneliest Need to change up Need some evolution And this ain't enough Need some restitution A black president just ain't enough homie Four hundred years of oppression That's tough homie 40 acres and a mule I need my Spike joint So if you gonna act a fool than make the right point [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] Rock on, point Points on your album bitch They make a million way before you make a thousand trick I'm independent militant and I'm making money Im like the panthers but a fortune 500 company Revolution going strong since the 70s So if you ain't gettin' money than you better be Id rather be swaggin on my heavy metal shit Then to be you and wind up dead in the ghetto, bitch [Outro]